It’s been a very long time, which I’m sure you’re aware of. I’d like to say that it may be both of our decision  to keep this distance without we realizing it, but I think we both know it was for the best. I’d like to say that I’m glad you are well judging by the fact that there were no single call or text on my mobile, but as we both know I have absolutely no idea how you are. The one thing that can definitely be said is that when we distance, we leave no strand behind, but slice right through until we no longer remember how to find each other. It’s amazing to think that once we were inseparable, the best of friends.

You knew me inside and out, and I, you. We were there for each other in the best of times and through the most difficult of times. We definitely managed to put each other through hell on occasion, but when support was needed the most, support was given. Until, of course, that final day. I sometimes find myself wondering why we couldn’t stay in touch. Would it be so bad if we got together for coffee from time to time? Or if we gave each other a ring to see how the other was doing? It became strange and sometimes I almost forget how you looked like. Bit by bit, the images of you kind of disappear, when I never wish it to happen.

Using the phone to make calls has become archaic, but surely we could send a text to wish each other a happy birthday? Or a happy New Year? I mean, we’ve been through so much. You were a part of my life and now that part is just empty. Like it was never vacant before.

You can’t be forgotten because forgetting you would be like forgetting myself — impossible. But then again, maybe you are right. Maybe we are better off as far apart as possible. Perhaps we aren’t right for each other. We know it would never work again, and we know the friendship we have — we had — created a bond that has shattered before and amending a shattered glass will make it worst.  It would make repeating the same mistakes too likely, repeating the same heartbreak certain. That’s what it really comes down to: It’s not my heart that I’m worried about, but yours. Breaking my own heart would be my responsibility to bear, but I can’t once again be responsible for breaking yours.

So all that I can do is wish you the best. Wish you a great, bright, loving future. Wish the man of your dreams  could hold your heart closely and to create a lifetime of your fantasies. I wish for you to find a friend as great as me, but a much better friend. One who won’t drag you through the mud. One who you won’t feel the need to bury with guilt, one that won't make you feel suffocated. I wish you all the best and although you will never read this, although we hardly  speak to each other , and although the images of our memories may fade in your head through times,  I wish you nothing short of happiness.